Killing Time Before Her Next Class

Traci arrived at the building where her English Lit class would be held and found she still had nearly twenty minutes before it started. It was way too early for her to go in—the previous class was probably only starting to wrap up now—so she found a nearby bench and took a seat.

A young guy with dark hair wearing a leather jacket approached her. He had a folded sheet of paper in his hand, which he held out to Traci.

“Hey, I think you dropped this.”

“Oh?” Traci took the sheet. It was the campus map she had been using to navigate all morning. Must have fallen out of her bag. “Oh, thanks!”

“Freshman, huh?”

Traci nodded and tucked the map back into her bag, making sure it was more secure this time. “I guess it’s obvious.”

“A little.” He smiled reassuringly and Traci couldn’t help but admire his dimples and captivating green eyes. “It’s fine, we all have that ‘lost puppy’ look our first year. You’ll get over it soon enough.”

“Thanks. I’m Traci, by the way. Um, do you want to sit?”

“Cool, I’m Dylan.” He looked off past Traci’s shoulder. “Sorry, I gotta run. But maybe we’ll run into each other again soon. Maybe swing by the campus arcade sometime. Lots of fun to be had there.”

“Oh that’s sounds fun!” And it really did. The two quickly said their good byes and Traci decided to head into the lecture hall for her next class.